[Verse 2: Verse Simmonds]
I got that Rolex, morn sex, big dick, 4x
Handle mines in the bedroom, got you singin' somethin' like it’s iTunes
Then hit the rest of this bottle, get fucked up and I got you
We gon tell them all up, baller call up your job tell em' you outSoon as you hit the door they gon Kodak, expensive shit and they know that
I keep you fly like you on that
Louie always in contact
Some say I spoil you, but I can afford to
We gettin' money, we gettin' money
1017 and it’s time to
Turn up, roll up, burn up 'til I’m so stuck
Poppin' bands, I got Rollies
Fuckin' nigga so loaded
It’s whatever you like yeah, it’s whatever you like
Just know you shop 'til you drop, and we gonna fucking tonight

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